I'll die at the start

Duanmuhong was a little suspicious that he was alive. He was hit by the blood-melting blade and crushed by the Lingtai at the same time. He should be dead beyond death.

As for the panacea resurrection?

impossible!

In that case, even if Immortal Da Luo came, he would not be able to be revived!

"Yes, we saw that too."

The elders didn't doubt Duanmu Hong, after all they saw the 'remote live broadcast' and saw how Jiang Cheng died with their own eyes.

"What's going on?"

"Did he fake his death at that time?"

"It would have been nice if I had stayed to examine his body..."

Although the elders didn't point their noses and say that they did something wrong, Duan Muhong still couldn't hold back his face, feeling that the prestige of the Patriarch had been challenged.

Even he himself doubted whether he was too careless and withdrew before killing the target.

If it was repaired at that time, it should be no problem, right?

"Since he is still alive, the old man will kill him again!"

His face was ashen, and his eyes seemed to be eating people.

"I don't believe he can't kill him!"

"what?"

"Still going?"

Duanmuhong didn't take the blood-melting blade this time, and flew out directly.

A cold sentence was dropped.

"The people I, Duanmuhong, want to kill have not survived to the next day!"

Jiang Cheng naturally couldn't imagine that the person who just killed him would actually hate him.

When he was eight thousand miles away from Chirizong, he was attacked again.

This time Duanmuhong came to intercept in a hurry, and the two sides almost collided head-on.

Although he didn't bring the blood blade, Duanmuhong used the strongest killing move of the Duanmu family's Youquan Yanyan sword as soon as they met.

In an instant, this side of the world became dark.

The ghostly aura was overwhelming, and the icy cold air seemed to grow out of the body, and went straight into the depths of the soul, trying to extinguish the fire of the soul.

This sword technique was developed by the Duanmu family to compete with the Chirizong's Great Sun Raging Flame Sword.

Even the names of sword techniques correspond to each other.

However, Jiang Cheng at this time is not the Jiang Cheng of an hour ago.

The sixth level of the Lingtai is one level higher than Duanmuhong's fifth level.

More importantly, Duanmuhong's swordsmanship...he is familiar with it.

Very familiar.

Not long ago, the system gave him a resurrection reward. Isn't the sword technique in it the Youquan Yanyan Sword?

He skillfully unleashed his spirit sword and went up to meet him.

For a while, this area became like a ghost, more gloomy and colder.

To be honest, Duanmuhong himself felt that he might have seen a ghost.

I thought it was easy to grasp, and it could be done with one move.

In the end, Jiang Cheng managed to carry it, not only did he carry it, but he also used their Duanmu family's swordsmanship.

Not only did he use the same sword technique, but also his level of swordsmanship was no lower than his!

How can this be?

The Duanmu family has more than one set of sword techniques, but this Youquan Fengyan sword can only be taught by direct descendants, even some elders of the collateral line have never learned it.

What's more, even the descendants of the direct line, no one has ever been able to practice this sword technique to the sixth level!

And Jiang Cheng in front of him has actually practiced to the eighth level exactly like him!

How can this be?

His surprise was not limited to this, he found that the exercise method used by the other party was also Duanmu Family's Shui Han Xin Jue.

Indeed, if you don't practice the Duanmu family's heart formula, you won't be able to use the Youquan Yanyan sword.

It's just that it's outrageous that the opponent's cultivation technique realm is also the same as his.

Jiang Cheng on the opposite side came back to his senses.

So it was he who was copied by the system this time?

With this exact same skill and swordsmanship, he almost thought he had encountered a clone.

Fortunately, the system gave him the sixth level of the Lingtai, which happened to be a small realm higher than him, and he firmly held the advantage.

Hitting and hitting, Duanmuhong became more and more frightened.

Who is this person?

How did he learn the mind and sword skills of the Duanmu family?

It would take hundreds of years to reach this level. Could it be that he sneaked into Duanmu's house hundreds of years ago?

Are there other forces behind him?

Over the past few hundred years, how much information and resources have they stolen from the Duanmu family?

How many deeds have been done secretly that are not good for the Duanmu family?

The elders who were watching the battle from afar at Duanmu's house actually had similar thoughts.

"This... how could he be so strong?"

"This sword technique, this exercise, does our Duanmu family have an inner ghost?"

"There must be a high-level betrayal, otherwise the last few layers will not be leaked."

"That's right, without the cooperation of internal support, it is absolutely impossible to do this kind of thing."

"I remembered, 200 years ago, the Fifth Elder died, could it be that someone was behind the scenes?"

"Eighty years ago, my great-grandson Duanmu Ziyue disappeared..."

For a while, all the elders in the hall were suspicious.

He looked at everyone around him with distrust in his eyes.

Swish!

Duanmuhong finally couldn't bear it any longer, and suddenly pulled away despite being injured.

"Wait! When did you steal your skills and swordsmanship?"

Seeing his stern interrogation, Jiang Cheng curled his lips secretly.

Old miscellaneous hair, you were the one who killed me that time before, right?

Otherwise, it wouldn't be such a coincidence at all.

Do you still have the nerve to be upright?

"Heh, I also want to ask this question, did you learn it from stealing?"

He purposely slapped him upside down to get angry at the old bastard.

Sure enough, Duanmu Hong's nose was almost crooked.

"I learned it secretly? This is the old man's township skill, which was created by our ancestors. Do you still need to learn it secretly?"

Jiang Cheng said disdainfully: "Your township cultivation method? How many years has it been passed down?"

"It's been 4000 years, and the skills and supernatural powers comprehended by our ancestors have never been passed on to the outside world. You must be..."

"Okay, okay, I know what's going on."

Jiang Cheng waved his hand impatiently: "More than 1 years ago, the exercises of our Feixianmen were stolen once, and it turned out that your ancestors stole them."

"It seems that your ancestors were nothing more than thieves..."

Brother Cheng has rich experience in dealing with people like Duanmuhong.

"you!"

Wicked people still need to be tortured by wicked people, Duan Muhong almost lost his anger, his black face turned pale with anger.

Even the reputation of our ancestors has been insulted, how can we bear it?

The elders of the Duanmu family in the hall were even more red-eyed, gnashing their teeth one by one, cursing constantly, wishing to immediately cross tens of thousands of miles to hack Jiang Cheng to death with a random sword.

"Death to the old man!"

Duanmuhong held back for a long time, because of his impatience, his language function was disordered, and he couldn't reply.

In the end, he could only kill again.

This time, he sacrificed the Lingtai as soon as he made a move.

"Brother's Lingtai is Xuanpin!"

"The Lingtai cannot be stolen, this kid is dead..."

"The Patriarch's Shadow Transformation Secret Skill of Lingtai has also reached the fourth level!"

I saw a blue and misty Sifang Lingtai flying above the head, shining like jasper, and the smoke around it was slowly swirling, like something in a fairyland.

Dots of light shoot out from the smoke, even if you look at it from a distance, you will feel a wave of spirit and soul, as if it will be swallowed by it.

On the altar, Duanmuhong's soul glared at him and recited mantras.